Page 72 of Valpar

I stared at her with a blank expression.

“You saw your parents—”

“It was an accident!” she sighed. “They were being quiet for once and I saw them doing it. It was gross.” She stuck out her tongue and shook her body.

“And the other male?” I gritted my teeth.

My fairy’s shoulders went up to her ears. “I’d seen Aunt Melina get spanked when she does something naughty. It just fascinated me. There was one time I watched too long and Osirus’ thingy kinda popped out.

I let out a low growl. “Do not lie to me, miresa.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fiiiiine. I’ve seen it several times. But I don’t watch them do the dirty. I leave before anything happens. They are my aunt and uncle, like yuck.”

I rubbed my hand down my face again. My miresa needs a leash on her for sure. “You will not be watching the king and queen doing any of that from now on. Do you understand me? The only shaft you will look at is mine.”

My little fairy raises a brow. “Can’t promise that if you don’t show me what you’re packin’.” She smirked and lifted a brow.“I’m pretty sure he wants to meet me. He’s been pointing at me for the last twenty minutes.”

I snarled and pounced on her, tickling her sides. She screamed and laughed, and the drums in my chest became lighter as her smile continued to widen.

Calliope

Valpar was on his back. He breathed heavily while he slept.

He said that orcs need little sleep, but since I’ve known him, he sleeps each night with me. On top of him, too. He kept both hands on my butt, my head on his chest and when he stirred in the night, he would take a whiff of my hair.

I don’t find it weird, many souls in Bergarian do that. Especially the shifters. They are always sniffing their mates because they are part animal. Good thing they don’t sniff each other’s butts, or at least, I don’t think they do. Whatever they do in private is their own business.

One of Valpar’s hands fell away from one of butt cheek and I lifted my head to see him still fast asleep. His face was relaxed, his brow wasn’t creased or filled with worry. He’d done a lot of that lately since talking to Osirus, and I’m, actually, a little mad at my uncle for that.

Valpar was still holding back, I could feel it. Something else was bothering him. He was afraid of breaking me. Just like other people close to me.

I rubbed my lips together and felt something poking my butt. When I turned around, I saw it was his little-orc that was still covered by his loin cloth.

My eyes widened then narrowed. He was sleeping, he wouldn’t mind if I took a look at it now, would he?

Nah, it would be fine.

Not like he would punish me, anyway. Or maybe he would?

I slipped off his body carefully and put a pillow on top of him. He still didn’t move as I crawled to the lower part of the bed. He didn’t need a blanket to cover him because he stayed so warm, but he had kept a blanket on me the whole time.

Such a thoughtful orc.

As I got to the loincloth I rubbed my hands together. I felt like it was Christmas morning and I was going to unwrap my present.

With the mushroom jar by the bedside table giving me enough light, I moved the loincloth to the side. What I saw before me was nothing I had ever seen before.

Valpar was large to say the least. He was long and girthy and his shaft was not smooth and veiny like I’d briefly seen before. Of course it was green, just like his skin, the head was purple and just under it were three distinct knots? That went down to the base. His balls were large and heavy. What made me lick my lips instinctively was how the tip of the head had a light blue, iridescent pearl of come. At least, I hoped it was come.

Why did I find that hot? When I got all needy I thought Valpar might not like it ,but he certainly did. I’m starting to see the appeal.

And for some reason, I really liked that he had a drip going.

I tilted my head and put my hand around it. When I gently squeezed it, a groan came from Valpar and more of the shining liquid seeped out.

Oh Goddess, his dilly reminded me of an eclair.

Mmm, I wonder if it tasted like frosting.

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